The Girlflesh Institute (Nexus) (25 page)

‘A vaginal probe and nipple sensors,’ Gold explained. ‘They work in conjunction with your collar. Via short-range radio circuits they relay measurements on your state of sexual arousal. We use variations of this system on our test subjects. I thought it might be interesting to measure your responses to our work. Bend over …’

The probe was held in place by a pair of rubber-jawed clips on its base that clipped to her inner labia. In comparison to some of the objects that had been inserted into her vagina over the last three weeks, it was quite comfortable. The nipple sensor rings were lightly self-adhesive and covered her areolae, leaving her hardening teat tips poking through the hole in the
middle
. Gold chuckled at this display. ‘It seems you do not require much in the way of stimulation, girl …’

He clipped a leash to her collar and led her out into the corridor. Vanessa shivered nervously, wondering how well used the corridor was and who might see her naked and leashed like a dog. A couple of white-coated men passed, nodding to Gold but hardly paying her a second glance.

Double doors at the end of the corridor opened and a man dressed like a hospital porter appeared pushing a metal-topped trolley. On it was a naked girl lying on her back with her arms strapped down to her sides. A crepe bandage covered her eyes and she had a vaguely medical-looking tube plugged into one side of her mouth and held in place by tape, forming an effective gag. Wires trailed from electrode pads adhered to her chest and groin. Her knees were bent, her feet spread and ankles cuffed to the trolley frame. This left her dark-haired, full-lipped vagina spread wide by a metal speculum exposed for all to see.

Gold drew Vanessa aside to let the trolley pass.

‘This is part of an ongoing psychological test,’ he said quietly. ‘She’s been told she has to be moved to another room as there’s been an equipment breakdown just before she was to have a deep vaginal sensitivity scan. In fact we are determining how she responds to being casually exposed like this in a semi-public situation. She’ll be wheeled around and then left unattended for a while. We find any shame usually gives way very quickly to arousal. Occasionally they fear having being forgotten or even suffer frustrated boredom. Afterwards we explain it was deliberate and all part of the test. They quite understand.’

Gold led Vanessa through a set of security doors into a long, dimly lit corridor. On either side of it and
running
its entire length were pairs of doors and large windows. Vanessa recognised the speakers beside the window frames and the slightly misty look of the glass. They were one-way mirrors like in level B3.

‘We have a variety of subjects undergoing tests at the moment,’ Gold said. ‘They represent most of the stages in the process. We’ll start with a new girl …’

They looked into a small room holding a couch and a large TV. A slim red-haired girl, dressed only in a sensor collar and light hospital gown, lay on the couch watching the images flicker across the screen. Commonplace scenes were interposed with shots from porn movies. On the arm of a couch was a pad with a selection of buttons, which she pressed after each image.

‘We’re testing her reaction to sexual imagery,’ Gold said. ‘She’s wearing a vaginal probe and nipple sensors as well, of course. We record her deliberate responses together with her unconscious ones. Comparing the two later on will help her begin to free herself of any habituated shame and guilt.’

Vanessa peered more closely at the girl’s collar. It had a tag with S14 embossed upon it.

‘I assume there’s another reason you use collars, Master,’ Vanessa said. ‘It must be useful to see how they react to wearing them when you’re looking for potential slaves. And tagged like dogs as well. Let me guess; they’re only referred to by their collar number while they’re in here.’

Gold favoured her with a smile. ‘Very good. Yes, we tell them the collars are less obtrusive than a lot of wiring and the alphanumeric codes are to ensure confidentiality, but as you deduce, there is a secondary purpose.’

A string of porn images were flickering across the screen. The girl had slipped a hand under her robe
and
was rubbing her groin. Gold chuckled at the sight. ‘I think she shows promise …’

Next a woman with close-cropped dark hair, naked apart from collar and nipple sensors, was lying back on a bed while using a large silver vibrator on herself. She was working the device back and forth in her equally close-shaven sex with evident enthusiasm. Her ankles were confined in broad rubber cuffs and pulled out to the corners of the bed, though they were obviously only fastened by velcro straps and easily releasable.

‘She’s testing a new design of vibrator for the sex-toy market,’ Gold said. ‘We tell them their legs must be held apart at a regulation distance for consistency.’

‘While actually getting them used to associating sexual gratification with bondage, Master?’

‘We allow her to make the association. Her readings show a distinct elevation of arousal while she is strapping her ankles in place, before she’s even touched the vibrator.’

‘So you’re conditioning her, Master?’

‘No. She’s conditioning herself …’

In the next room, a hooded blonde girl was kneeling on all fours on a low, padded bench, her wrists and ankles secured by heavy cuffs. Under one hand was a button pad. A rod rose up at an angle from the bench under her and pressed a padded bar against her hips. This bracing was necessary because on a stand behind her was a rotating wheel sporting half a dozen very realistic-looking, erect rubber penises of different sizes, with a number of transparent tubes plugged into their bases. Between it and her was a clear plastic shield that covered her buttocks, pierced only by a hole in line with her pouting, eager-looking vagina.

As they watched, the wheel rotated, bringing a new penis opposite the hole in the shield. The penis was extended on a hydraulic rod even as the stand carrying it tilted forwards. The fake cockhead slid into the woman’s vagina, penetrating her to the root. She tossed back her hooded head in apparent pleasure. The stand began to rock back and forth in a realistic rhythm, setting her breasts swaying with every thrust.

‘This is one of our more advanced subjects and a near certainty for slavehood, I think,’ Gold said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘She has already admitted a liking for sex and bondage combined, and has asked to try more unusual experiments just for the pleasure it gives her. Together we have concocted a spurious scientific excuse for a test where she has to try to tell the difference between a real penis and a fake one, without any other clues save vaginal contact.’

The phallus wheel, which had been oscillating at increasing speed, suddenly tilted back, pulling the rubber penis out of her even as it spurted out jets of white fluid that splashed over her vagina and the shield. The woman squirmed in frustration.

‘A synthetic substitute for sperm heated to body temperature,’ Gold said. ‘We try to make it as realistic as possible. In fact this might be a good time …’ He clipped Vanessa’s leash to a ring on the wall by the viewing window, opened the door and slipped into the room.

She watched him pull the phallus wheel aside, part his lab coat, unzip his flies and release a good-sized erection. This he slid through the hole in the shield and into his captive test-subject’s hungry vagina.

Vanessa became aware of the sympathetic wetness of her own pussy oozing round her embedded vaginal probe. What a voyeur she had become! She supposed that this reaction would be registered and relayed
with
all the other intimate data for Gold to examine at will later. What would he make of her?

Gold pumped away for a minute, then his small body hunched over the shield separating him from the naked woman as he came inside her, while she jerked and strained against her straps. Collecting himself, he pulled out of her and swung the phallus wheel back into place.

He left the room wiping his glasses, his cock still jutting out of his trousers. ‘Most satisfactory …’ he muttered. ‘Now lick me clean, girl …’

Vanessa got down on her knees and obeyed. She could taste his sperm mingling with the nameless woman’s juices.

‘Not all our subjects are as brazen and open as that one,’ Gold said as she lapped away. ‘Some seem to be testing themselves and are surprised by their own needs and capacity for both pleasure and pain. Like our next subject …’

She was dark-haired and olive-skinned, and she was reclining naked in a padded chair. Broad straps crossed over her wrists, neck, chest, waist, thighs and ankles, holding her firmly in place. There was a rubber bit clenched between her teeth. Crocodile clips trailing electric wires were clamped to her large brown nipples and outer labia. Each clip had a small light-bulb mounted on it. Fitted to the armrest of the chair under her right hand was a pad with a large numbered dial.

The bulbs on the crocodile clips suddenly flashed red, the woman’s eyes screwed up, her fists clenched and her body jerked against her straps.

‘Of course we are careful to keep the actual current to safe levels and the clips on her nipples are not inter-connected to prevent heart stimulation,’ Gold said, ‘but it is still quite painful.’

The woman’s agony went on for ten seconds, then the light faded from the bulbs and she sagged limply in her chair. Vanessa could see the sweat on her body. A voice came from a speaker inside the room said: ‘Give your rating, C37!’

With trembling fingers the woman turned the dial under her hand.

Next a buzzing, pulsating vibrator rose up between her spread legs and slid into her vagina, making her stomach bulge. She groaned and rolled up her eyes as it went to work inside her. The lights flashed and her body convulsed with pain once more. After ten seconds the light went out, leaving her panting heavily, the vibrator still buzzing inside her.

‘Give your rating, C37!’ the unseen voice demanded, and again the woman adjusted the dial.

‘Her task is to assess the intensity of each shock on a pain scale,’ Gold said. ‘Typically they rate it as lower when their pussies are occupied, even if it is the same as the preceding shock or higher …’

The next window looked in on a room with a row of cages set out on a waist-high ledge. They were about the size of a typical desk and built of metal angles and flat metal bars riveted into square grid sheets. Three of the cages contained naked, collared girls lying curled up on straw bedding. Their hands were encased in black rubber mitten-paws.

‘This is one of our longer-term experiments,’ Gold explained. ‘We put them in here for two or three days to test reactions to confinement, prolonged lack of privacy, being denied speech by their shock collars and, in short, being treated like animals.’

Vanessa could see where the design for the slave dorms in level B3 had originated.

A skinny young man in a slightly grubby tan
workcoat
entered the room through a side door. Immediately the girls scrambled on to their knees and pressed their faces up against the sides of the cages as they reached through with their paw-hands. They made faint throaty sounds while plaintively opening and closing their mouths, as though begging to be fed.

The young man just chuckled at their antics and methodically went about refilling the water bottles hanging on the side of each cage and changing the waste-pans under the cage corners. Only when he was done did he dip into his pocket and bring out a handful of sweets.

The girls ground their hips against the cage sides, fluffing up their pubic bushes and squeezing their breasts through the lattice so that they bulged between the bars. Their keeper pinched and squeezed and tickled the fruits of their bodies so eagerly offered. He unwrapped a sweet, rubbed it into the first girl’s pubic cleft framed between the bars, then popped it into her open mouth.

‘As you can see, they soon form a close and affectionate bond with their keeper,’ Gold said. ‘Accepting the discipline of confinement is an essential characteristic for a life-slave.’

Vanessa imagined Kashika in one of those cages, and had a fleeting sense of the power and satisfaction it would give to hold the key to that cage. Or would she rather be in the cage next to her?

They were close to the end of the observation corridor when they looked into a room resembling a prison cell. The door was of solid riveted metal pierced only by a peephole and the walls were bare concrete blocks. The furnishings comprised a bucket in a corner and a low metal-framed bed with a
sagging
mattress and scrap of blanket. A naked woman with hands cuffed behind her back sprawled on the bed as though in exhausted sleep, her dark hair straggling and tangled.

‘This subject is in a final-stage test,’ Gold said. ‘A little bit of extended role-playing. Supposedly she is a captive spy under interrogation to reveal the code word “Midnight”. When she does so the test ends.’ He checked his watch. ‘The next interrogation session should start very shortly. Each gets increasingly harsher, of course. So far she has been in there for nearly three days. She is certainly proving one of our more masochistic subjects …’

The cell door suddenly banged open and a large unshaven man in military-looking dark-green fatigues strode in. In one hand he held an electric cattle prod that he jabbed into the sleeping woman’s buttock. As she yelped and struggled into wakefulness, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet.

‘Ready to talk now, bitch?’ he growled.

Resolutely she shook her head. Her eyes were shadowed but very bright.

The man grinned evilly, drawing the shaft of the goad up between her legs and through the furrow of her sex. ‘Then you know what I’m going to do to you?’

Trembling, she nodded. Vanessa saw her nipples swell and harden.

The man dragged her out of the cell. Gold led Vanessa along to the next window. It was another bare concrete room with a heavy metal door, this time furnished with a very small but solid bench, with many lengths of rope hanging from heavy rings screwed to its sides. The walls were hung with an array of whips, canes, tongs and other devices whose purpose Vanessa could only guess.